from
Old Heavies,
released October 27, 2023
I have a tendency to hush up when I'm pressured
I have a heart made of macrame and bone
And it's true I have a predisposition
To hate the loneliness and love to be alone
I'm a pile of fighting feelings walking in a circle
I'm a kid playing dress-up in my parents clothes
You see me calm and safe and calculated
I see a mouth that never opens for fear of being wrong
I'm a mess of wood and wires but my heart's in the right place
So if you add up all the times I feel I've been faking
Divide it out into a fractured fraction of a whole
You can multiply or faction all the signs you see
The simple sum is I'm better off alone
But you won't leave it alone
And I won't leave, so
I'm a mess of wood and wires but my heart's in the right place
I'm a mess of wood and wires but my heart's in the right
I'm a mess of blood and copper but my heart's in the right
I'm a mess of springs and iron but my heart's in the right
I'm a mess, I'm a mess, I'm a mess...
But my heart's in the right place